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Summary of poem going for water by robert frost

Answer 1

In this poem, the poet, Robert Frost narrates an adventurous journey of a few children who travel across field to fetch water from a brook. Since the well beside their house was dry, the children took buckets and went outside in search of a brook. Evening has already dawned in their village, but they were not scared, "because the fields were ours". They ran as if they wanted to catch the moon that has slowly risen behind the trees. They were filled with excitement and joy as they passed through the forest. Soon they heard the lively rippling of the brook. In the last stanza of the poem, the poet has portrayed a beautiful picture of the brook. As the beautiful moonlight feel on the stream, it looked like a 'silver blade'. The small drops of water appeared as if they were pearls. 
 

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Answer 2

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The poem ‘Going for Water’ by Robert Frost is about why the children had to go for water and where they went. The poem begins with the children having to cross the fields behind their house in order to find out if the brook is still running as the well outside their door has dried out. The children are quiet pleased to have an excuse to go outside as it is a pleasant autumn evening.

Overjoyed, the children run on ahead as if to meet the moon that rises slowly behind the trees. The trees in autumn are bare and bereft of the songs of the birds and there is not even a breeze to make the leafless branches sway.

Once they enter the wood, the children halt believing that the moon will not be able to see them at least for some time. When the moon finds them, they run, laughing happily to a new hiding place. The reference to gnomes adds to the magical quality to this evening. Even the daily work is turned into an enjoyable experience. When the children hear the brook, they pause and hold each other’s hands as if to caution the other as to not to make a sound. In the silence and stillness of the evening, they could hear the sound of the brook, the tinkling sound of running water. The poet paints a beautiful picture of the pearl-like water drops that glimmer on the pool in the bright moonlight which in turn makes the slender brook look like a silver blade.